Towards the Growing Light

Only the living eternal You remains

And the secret joy sealed in the heart's alcove,

The blush of beauty caught in fragrant lanes

In gardens of delight through which I move.

I am led by a spirit who informs my days

And by a sure and strong unerring hand

Into the vast unknown, untrodden ways,

The soul's adventure in uncharted land.

I seek no more for self but Self to know

Amid the turmoil of this whirling sphere,

And now to Her with heightened sense I go

Towards the growing light that draws me near.